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Reincarnated as a bullet and suffering a satanized affliction, Lucifer swan dives through a ribcage. Typewriter slings ink on parchment like a money shot on a porcelain chest. Moans like a banshee. "It's the coldest summer on record.” Black tide of over-proof pickles the insides, beckoning from a plot of land: “Come on home…” Come home to mother.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
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Reincarnated as a bullet and suffering a satanized affliction, Lucifer swan dives through a ribcage. Typewriter slings ink on parchment like a money shot on a porcelain chest. Moans like a banshee. "It's the coldest summer on record.” Black tide of over-proof pickles the insides, beckoning from a plot of land: “Come on home…” Come home to mother.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
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